10
JESSICA
“Mind your tongue, little girl.” His eyes clung to mine, analyzing my reaction. “I’ll discipline you for that potty mouth. Later.”
He stalked towards the bedroom, pulling me behind.
“But daddy. I need a shower. I’ve been in this dress all day and probably smell like prime rib.”
He halted. His hands moved gently down the length of my back, palms coming to a tingly warm halt at the crest of my buttocks.
“Better to smell you with, my dear.” One hand traveled to the apex of my thigh, resting firmly between them. “I’ll taste you better, too.”
He peered into my eyes. “Mm. I’ll have you unwashed, my little kitten. I’m going to hold you on my tongue, savoring your taste when you’re not with me. Let me memorize you.”
The flow of blood in my veins reached a deep, throbbing pulse s
